[Murong Bai] Daily life in Shiniu Town

"No." Murong Bai answered me.

The calmness in his eyes and the determination in his tone made me feel at ease.

"It's fine if you don't have one." I breathed a sigh of relief, "Then eat the pancakes. Xiaomei asked me to bring you pancakes."

"Eating pancakes again?" Murong Bai frowned.

"Don't be picky about eating." I put the bamboo basket behind my back on the table and took out the food one by one. "There are also fruits from the folks and elders. You can add a little vitamin C after meals."

"..." Murong Bai obediently picked up the biscuits.

It was night, and I dreamed of two monsters.

Banshees have horns, and banshees have fangs.

I dreamed that the two of them came to the town and plundered a lot of fruits, vegetables and meat.

I woke up from the dream, sat up, panting heavily.

When I was young, my father always said that I had no talent, that divination was not effective, and that ten pieces of talismans could not make one.

But in the Qin family's history, there may not be one person in a hundred who can predict in dreams before the arrival of monsters.

What woke me up tonight was not the monster, but this increasingly clear dream.

In the early years, I could only see one or two vague shadows in my dreams, but now I can see clearly what the monster is going to do.

Murong Bai is declining day by day, but I am getting more and more diligent.

One ebbs and another grows, and I don't know what the origin connection is.

I wiped the sweat from my forehead, thinking of Murong Bai on the stone platform today, I felt uneasy again.

Devil...

I don't know if Murong Bai will hide it from me.

However, if there is really a demon, and he comes to confess to me, I probably can only watch him being tortured to death by the demon...

The curse is too strong to be defied.

The Qin family guarded the Murong family, but they were also guards.

If the demon faller falls into the evil way, in order to avoid catastrophe, the guardian must kill him personally.

My hands and feet are getting colder.

I can't help imagining the worst scenario, if one day Murong Bai falls into the devil's way, can I really follow the ancestor's precept and end his life with my own hands.

Can I get rid of that hand?

For the common people of the world...

I gritted my teeth, no matter how reluctant I am, I must obey the precepts of my ancestors.

Thinking of this, I feel a little sour in my heart.

Thinking about Murong Bai and me, maybe he deliberately hides it from me, and I also intend to feel at ease, both of us are just deceiving each other.

As soon as this idea came up, I was a little unwilling.

Impossible, it is impossible for Murong Bai to have demons.

Over the years, I have accompanied and taken good care of him every day. Even if I have not cultivated him into an optimistic and warm boy, it will not be a split personality after all.

Sitting alone is easy to think wildly.

I simply lifted the quilt and walked downstairs.

Murong Bai has his desk case, so naturally I have mine too.

My table case is under the peach blossom tree.

The cave is gloomy and cold, and I usually ask Wang Dahui to decorate it with some flowers.

Among all the flowers, I love peach blossoms the most, so I simply found a tree trunk and asked Wang Dahammer to make the flowers bloom. With the addition of a charm, these peach blossoms can bloom for three months without dispersing.

In March, most of the peach blossoms on the tree have been scattered, and the table is covered with pink peach petals.

I brushed off the petals and sat down in front of the case.

He took the yellow paper from the case, and dipped the pen in cinnabar.

Thinking that Murong Bai's mana is getting weaker, he needs to make more spells to help him.

I recited the mantra silently in my heart, and let the tip of the pen wander on the yellow paper.

It took a lot of energy to make the talisman. I felt sweat all over my body, but I didn't dare to stop wiping the sweat. I hung my arm and drew the last step with the pen. A white light on the yellow paper was fleeting.

I was overjoyed, this spell was considered completed.

Holding the talisman in my hand, I couldn't help but feel a little proud.

If my father saw me like this, I don't know if he would boast a few words.

I am no longer the young girl who couldn't make one out of ten talismans.

After feeling proud for a while, I put the prepared fire spell aside and took another piece of yellow paper. This time, I planned to make a fixing spell.

Unexpectedly, Murong Bai's voice came from next to his ear: "Tomorrow... will there be monsters coming?"

"Ah!" I was taken aback by him, and with a shake of my hand, the cinnabar also sprinkled on the yellow paper.

"When did you come?" I turned to stare at him.

"Just here..." He smiled when he saw me like this.

"I'm scared to death." I rolled my eyes and touched my chest. "You walk without sound?"

"I'm good at lightness."

I couldn't hold it back, and rolled my eyes again, seeing that he was still dressed in white and his hair was untied, really looking like a ghost.

He raised his hand and waved it, meaning to make room for me.

I rolled my eyes again, and moved aside.

"The eyeballs are about to fall out." Murong Bai said.

I didn't bother to talk to him, so I dipped the pen in the cinnabar again, and changed another piece of yellow paper: "It's so late at night, why don't you sleep?"

"Aren't you sleeping too?"

"You didn't see that I was doing business."

"Are you dreaming?" Murong Bai asked me again, "Will there be monsters coming tomorrow?"

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